The Highway Halfway Mark I wonder, I do. I cannot help but wonder what’s down the road from the place I have ever truly called home. The…
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I never cared much about looking back when I was young. I could not wait to leave this house, this town get out and experience stuff. You…
One Commenti remember this place. a traditional Italian family lived here. the smell of meatballs and homemade sauce overpowered your senses inviting you in. lace doilies…
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